A strawberry moon over Red Rocks, Widespread Panic inducted into the Colorado Hall of Fame, and a knock on the van door at 8am. On Substack now.

A full recap of the last month on the road: songs, stories, games, and everything that came out of the van. On Substack now.

Moving into a yurt, mostly for the deck view. Uninstalling Starlink from the van, dozens of trips down the path, and a sunset that made it all worth it.

A hike through beautifully maintained trails, the Friday farmer's market, and three young elk grazing in the yard with antlers in velvet.

The algorithm is just the latest costume. On the pressure that never gives a command, the correction that always finds its way home, and what continuity actually means.

On the two kinds of people you already know, and the singular pattern that explains the gap between them. It's not discipline. It's something simpler and harder to name.

Three essays on the gap between what the label implies and what's actually happening inside your body. Gum. Seed oils. Private equity. Systems that were never designed with you in mind.